Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bounce Wit Me , by - 8Ball. Release date: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bounce Wit Me |
| Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me |
| Roll the windows up baby, blow an ounce with me |
| We tight of the green and Hen |
| Get in the wind |
| Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends |
| Lets do it till the police kick the doors in |
| Tell them niggas get to steppin', let all the hoes in |
| Make room for this big body |
| In a big body, pimp caso, the life of a 'cardi |
| Brave, back as a spade |
| Teeth glistening, hard core, hittin' |
| EightBall the one they mentionin' |
| Hot South southern fried everybody wanna taste |
| Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place |
| Show my face, and get love when I’m recognized |
| G and me in the 5 gettin' high |
| Ball has got cheese |
| Showin' love with the thicky |
| Relax your mind and baby bounce with me |
| You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me |
| Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me |
| But you know what I really want you to do with me |
| Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me |
| You could sex on ex in the lex with me |
| Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me |
| But you know what I really want you to do with me |
| Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me |
| Get on a continental jet 7:30 in the A-M |
| A-T-L bound tryin' to escape the mayhem |
| Beeper off, at the Swiss with my mistress |
| Kissin' me, and lickin' me, actin' like she miss this |
| Playground just for her to play in the hay around |
| Fringe benefits, make her wanna stay around |
| Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats |
| Thug players who make tracks, and bust raps |
| Confidentialy, we represent Tennesee |
| Gain control, puttin' soul in this industry |
| Bounce, baby, bounce |
| Shake the room up |
| Do it, keep it hyped |
| So we can blast off |
| High into the sky |
| Until the beat stops |
| But don’t stop, till all the hoes clothes drop |
| Call big Ball Dr. Sticky, got the remedy |
| Throw your hands up and baby bounce with me |
| Now I have been many places, seen so many things |
| Did what a lot of niggas only see in they dreams |
| Hoes used to be like, uh, nigga you too big |
| Now they let me bust shots all over they wig |
| In the bed, on the floor, hot tub everyday |
| I know it be this way, cause I make a lot of pay |
| I smoke a lot of hay, tune up mentally |
| Gentally, grab a pen and kill the enemy |
| Dead, cause everything I said flip like work |
| Made a stack, bustin' raps, doin' concerts |
| Hate to see a player doin' good, I know |
| Behind my back, talkin' shit like a little hoe |
| Little did you know, I got the people standin' up |
| Tucked away, in the cut, makin' platinum stuff |
| EightBall spittin' nothin' but poetry |
| Relax your ind, and baby, bounce with me |